Sin Si Yingying smiled, laughing wildly: "Little zombie, you really please your sister, do you plan to follow your sister." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info guarantees that you will live like a fairy every day. ”

The zombie looked at Le Wuwu, who was about to fight, his eyes couldn't help revealing a solemn look, he silently cheered for Le Wuwu in his heart, he had done his thing, at least, the fourth sin would not make a move. Once Sin Four is out, there is no one here who can escape, including the current zombies.

Originally, he felt that the undead clan was useless, there were no strong people, after all, they had all died once, how could the dead creatures be stronger than the living creatures. At the same time, he also thinks that the monsters outside are nothing to be aware of, they are nothing more than some monsters.

All the creatures of the City of Initiation thought so, including the powerhouses who stood in the Ninth City.

The zombie stood next to Sin Four, and he couldn't help but think of a reality: if all the enemies who were very good on the opposite side of the living were existences that had died once, and the undead had a strong man who shook the heavens and the earth, what about the monsters, the monsters that had existed for a long time?

The zombie looked at Sin Four, and for a moment he wanted to blurt out his question, he wanted to know who they were all struggling with, and the words came to his lips and retracted into his stomach. Anyway, it's none of his business, isn't it?

Approaching, approaching, happy and worry-free sprinting towards the Mortal Wish Legion.

On the way forward, he seemed to feel a thousand pounds of pressure, like a mountain pressing on him, weighing him down.

"Ahhh Le Wuwu shouted loudly, he needed to use his roar to relieve the inexplicable pressure in his heart.

The angel rushed up, and the little Taoist priest followed behind him, comforting him, and said, "Hei Day, slow down, let us get used to your pace, and we will charge towards them together." ”

Le Wuwu didn't seem to hear their words at this time, it should be said that he didn't want any living beings to help him, and he already knew from the fact that Sin Four stood in front of him, and the purpose of Sin Four and this legion was him.

"Tiger Tyrant Fist, Tyrant!" Le Wuwu roared, his right hand continued to accumulate strength in the air, and he put on the strength of his whole body, "Let's just go on a journey, there is no comparison, how can there be a gap." ”

"The gap is to be proved with blood. I don't regret it, I don't fucking regret it. Le Wuwu was roaring loudly, he needed to say to himself, to give himself the courage to move forward.

The zombie shook his head, since Le Wuwu didn't plan to accept the help of the little Taoist priest and the angel, he already knew that his fate was already doomed. He sighed silently in his heart: "It's a pity. “

The Four Sins kept their smiles on their faces throughout, as if this was the most wonderful comedy and worth savoring.

The fist wind reached the cheek of a soldier at the front. The moment he felt the blow, the soldier smiled grimly. He didn't choose to dodge, but met Le Wuwu's fist and struck a backhand.

The bone fist and the flesh fist collided in the air, and the ending was as expected, and Le Wuwu retreated. With a hasty blow from someone else, he was repulsed.

This was a happy thought, but the soldier on the other side showed a look of surprise. He himself knew his strength, although this was a mortal state, people deteriorated attacks, it didn't matter how long they were preparing or a hasty attack, the power of each attack was equal, and they had their power skills.

"Come again," Le Wuwu turned his fist slightly, waving away the pain that went deep into his heart, "I don't believe it." “

The second punch, the third punch, every punch down, Le Wuwu was repulsed. Still, he doesn't give up, he doesn't give up on any of the trials that come from his struggles. Since the purpose of coming out is to fight, let's use the current enemy to hone my blood first.

In the eighth repulsion, the Wishing Legion advanced a full hundred meters, and Le Wuwu was almost squeezed out of this block. Le Wuwu knelt on one knee and licked his lips coldly, he was a slow-burning player, and now he really had the fighting spirit to fight.

Sin Four spoke: "Your fighting spirit is burning too slowly. She shook her head, thinking of an elder, guiding Le Wuwu's movements. I feel that every strong person has the habit of instructing others.

Le Wuwu smiled slightly, and said fearlessly: "Because, I didn't really regard this blockade as a life-and-death crisis. Food must be made slowly to have this moving deliciousness, fighting spirit, in the continuous accumulation, in the expansion of the breakthrough self. Is that right? “

Sprinting, Le Wuwu backhanded his bronze sword, continued to sprint, from beginning to end, the soldiers of the Fan Wish Legion maintained an indifferent and indifferent gaze, they could not see Le Wuwu's position, as always, keep moving forward, forward, forward, as long as they move forward, Le Wuwu will definitely fight with them. As long as they fight, there are only two options for the ending: life and death.

Indifference, disregard for life, appeared in the eyes of two groups of creatures at the same time, and both sides seemed to see their own reflections rushing towards them.

"Night rest, night breath, breathe in the night, in the night, donate blood to carry my glory." Le Wuwu seems to understand, but he doesn't seem to understand. He knew that only by fighting, endless battles, would he be able to break through, and that the burning battle spirit needed blood to be calmed.

During the sprint, he asked himself: "Am I still as good as ever, cautious is right, the wrong thing is that I don't dare to fight, I want to fight." “

Straight stabs, straight stabs, speed and sharpness, bring the power to be able to rush into battle.

Even at the last moment, the undead quickly punched and hit Le Wuwu's head, even if his strength was great, he was pierced by Le Wuwu's straight stab at that moment, and he was carried by Le Wuwu's strength towards his comrades behind him.

A piece of flesh on his cheeks was shattered, half of his teeth fell out, and red blood flowed from his mouth. What is shocking is that he didn't let out a muffled snort.

With his left hand, he took out a large handful of healing herbs from the pocket of his clothes and quickly stuffed them into his mouth, which was only half of his own.

Le Wuwu retreated against the enemy in front of him, and in the air, the undead grabbed Le Wuwu's shoulders, completely ignoring the wounds on his body, and pulled outward. He even had the idea of tearing Le Wuwu in half.

Le Wuwu quickly put down the bronze sword in his hand, he directly pressed against the body of the undead, and the two of them were about the same height. In his hideous gaze, Le Wuwu could even see the sneers of the undead hidden behind their cloaks, as if mocking Le Wuwu's ignorance of power.

"Tyranny!" He shouted, his hands in the shape of two knives, and sliced down at the undead's arms.

After a click, there was a sound of bones shattering, and the undead's arm on Le Wuwu's shoulder was shattered in two. The undead's mocking look intensified, and he withdrew his two arms, which were only half of his own, and stabbed them into Le Wuwu's stomach, and at the same time, he opened his bloody mouth and bit at Le Wuwu's face. His cry became the sharpest weapon, raised in defiance of the laws of physics. His sassy girl turned into a sharp blade and attacked in the next three ways of Le Wuwu.

Le Wuwu didn't think about it, at this moment, his consciousness was extremely clear, and the violent factor hidden in his body was constantly growing and expanding, supporting the scorching battle intent. The darkness of the night, especially the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he felt the joy he hadn't seen for a long time. "Unleash yourself! Fighting between life and death is a man's romance. “

Kick the ground, jump, and grab the bronze sword stabbed on the enemy with your right hand. With the inertia, the bronze sword slashed upward, cutting a huge hole in the undead's clothes, and at the same time, the bones in the undead's stomach were shattered more than twenty pieces at once.

The bronze sword came out of his skull, and the life of the undead came to an end in one fell swoop, and he turned into a puddle of white water and disappeared.

Sin Four looked at Le Wuwu in shock, she couldn't have imagined that Le Wuwu, who seemed to be thinking about everything, would have such a blood-burning scene. She looked away.

Joy jumped in the air, and he was about to land. He was about to step on top of another undead and continue his aerial walk.

The undead of his first landing point raised his head all at once. They can't see the darkness, but they can estimate Le Wuwu's movements, and they can sense the wind in Le Wuwu's actions.

The undead were smiling all the time, the kind of expression that had to be smiling no matter what the situation. At that moment, Le Wuwu even had that thought, why every undead is smiling, even if they die, they have to smile with a smile, and the ice is cold and full of hope.

The undead at the first landing point raised his arm, and from between his fingers, a ten-centimeter-long bone spur protruded. As the bone spurs stretched out, the soul fire in his eyes dimmed significantly. The bone spur is right on the sole of Le Wuwu's foot, and if Le Wuwu does not change the trajectory in the air, the sole of his foot will be pierced.

The undead standing next to the first drop point stretched out their bone spurs at the same time, their legs bent, and their right hands pulled back, ready to perform a grand slam against Joy and Worry in the air. Without any communication, they made the most precise plan.

Flying in the air, he smiled, just like the undead, always smiling. The right hand flipped, and the bronze sword was held by his forehand, raised, and with a "thunderous blow", he threw the bronze sword in his hand hard, stabbing at the undead at the first landing point.

His trajectory has not changed, he needs to fall to the ground, in the air, is a live target, a live target that is targeted at will.

The bronze sword produced a sonic boom, and the undead at the first landing point still chose their own actions, and after a short fight, he knew that Le Wuwu was a difficult opponent, perhaps, let Le Wuwu land, and then besiege and kill, so that the loss would be much smaller, but the battlefield is ever-changing, in case, Le Wuwu broke through, then what should I do. They believe that Le Wuwu will definitely break through in the battle, it's just a matter of time.

It's an established fact, and the difference is whether they can cripple him or even die when he breaks through.

The undead didn't move, he still held his position, not caring about the bronze sword with the sound of a sonic boom. The bronze sword stabbed into his skull, down his eye, piercing, the hilt stabbing the floor with the powder of the cracked bones, and the sound of a buzzing sword sounded.

Even in this case, the undead's posture did not change, and even, at the last moment, he adjusted his position according to the change of Le Wuwu.

In the air, Le Wuwu simply closed his eyes, and he frantically urged his night breathing method. His heart was screaming frantically.

The soles of his feet touched the bone spurs, which gradually descended under the pressure of gravity, and the undead who had lost his head still carried out the will in front of him, and the hand was raised straight.

Le Wuwu simply closed his eyes, and signs of collapse began to appear in his demeanor.

He gritted his teeth, listening to the sound of breaking the air next to him, he knew that it was the attack of the surrounding undead, "Thousand Pound Fall", he simply stepped down domineeringly, and looked at his body to avoid the attack of the undead.

The right foot fell to the ground and was pierced into a ten-centimeter-long bone spur, which unbiasedly rubbed the calf bone into the muscle. He calmly and quickly rolled over, crashing into the undead around him, knocking him down. As soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the bronze sword that had been picked up by the surrounding undead. His right hand held the blade of a bronze sword, and a sword wound that penetrated deep into the bone marrow had been cut through the center of his palm.

The undead also had bone spurs on their feet, and they kicked at Le Wuwu who fell to the ground, and the bone spurs pierced through Le Wuwu's stomach and body.

He gulped down the healing herbs in his mouth.

The undead who picked up the bronze sword slashed with a backhand, and he held the hilt of the sword, occupying a good geographical position.

In the midst of the emergency, he let go of his hand. However, his middle finger stretched slowly, and the most advanced finger was cut off, falling to the ground, tumbling several times, and finally being crushed by the gradually surrounding undead.

The undead holding the bronze sword continued to maintain his usual smile, but in that smile, he revealed a deep nostalgia: it had been a long time since he had touched the sword again, this was a familiar feeling!

Sin Four was beside her, calmly watching this scene, she turned her head, looked at the zombie behind her, smiled and said, "It seems that the dark day will not last for ten minutes." Despite what she said on the surface, in reality, she didn't have much confidence in her bet. Humans are too good at hiding, including herself. The entire Wishing Legion has nothing to hide in front of Le Wuwu, and Le Wuwu's back hands will be revealed one after another.

The zombies had calmed down now, and it occurred to him that in that world, humans were the most clumsy race, and on the surface, they had reached the point of exhaustion, and when the covered cards were revealed, any of their enemies would be deeply shocked. He looked at Sin Four playfully, "Not necessarily, as long as the health of the day is not zero, anything is possible." ”

"Yes, as long as the health value is not clear, no matter how big the injury is, as long as the will passes, you can continue to fight forever. How unfair this is to us undead. Sin Four said with emotion. She also understands that the undead cannot take drugs, and can only rely on their own rest to restore their lives.

Watching Le Wuwu fall to the ground with his last breath, the angel couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his sword of victory and oath, and the power of light converged on the top of his sword: "Shine in the heavens, Holy Presence!" ”

Even in the darkness, at that moment, this aura full of light suppressed all the undead to raise their heads. After a second, all the undead looked directly at this light, feeling the power contained in it, and now they were not affected by this light at all, but under the catalysis of this power, they became stronger.

This power came to Le Wuwu's body and healed all the injuries on his body.